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And his lady cam at day, left a taiken and away, Gaed as licht as a glint o' the moon. 20
She strawed the roses on the ground,
Threw her mantle on the brier, And the belt around her middle sae jimp,
As a taiken that she'd been there.
The rustling leaves flew round his.head, a
And rous'd him frae his dream; He saw by the roses, and mantle sae green,
That his love had been there and was gane.
" 0 whare was ye, my gude grey steed,
That I coft ye sae dear; ao
That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye ken'd that his love was here." —
" I pautit wi' my foot, master, Garr'd a' my bridles ring; And still I cried, Waken, gude master, 35
For now is the hour and time." —
" Then whare was ye, my bonnie grey hound, That I coft ye sae dear, That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye kend that his love was here." — *>
" I pautit wi' my foot, master, Garr'd a' my bells to ring; |
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